Her hand grabbed the rusty knife, her grasp firm as she raised to a half-conscience man whose hands were shackled to the wall. Her hands were clammy as she held the knife to his throat. "Don't do it Miranda." He mumbled.
"Miranda doesn't believe you," said Miranda. "Who are you?" stuttered the man. "I'm Miranda's friend, she hiding inside. You broke her Tony... so I'm going to break you." Whispered Miranda with a menacing grin.
Miranda awoke in an asylum covered in blood. Next to her lay an unrecognizable corpse. Its face was cut and beaten to a bloody, lumpy mess and its body was so covered in blood all that was visible was a huge gash exposing a destroyed heart.
She reached for the obvious murder weapon which felt scarily warm in her hand. Whenever someone hurt her she had blackouts and awoke in a strange place. It was not the first time she had awoken to a dead body. Miranda slipped the knife inside of her coat pocket and squeezed through the asylum doors. She was left alone to the monster within herself.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey. Thanks guys this is my first zeal and I hope to publish at least one every week. I have my creative writing club on Wednesdays so I hope to Publish Wednesday afternoons.
Thank you for reading xox Lizzie
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Zeals
General FictionZeals are short pieces of literature or art left in oragami form in public spaces. I have joined a school club where each week we meet and write and create zeals. Hopefully I will publish at least one zeal a week. Btw I could be spelling Zeal wrong...
